Where Only Hawks Survive

It confused my timing, discovered the mantle and let my attempts shine through, without understanding it, it lulled those pitiful fears to sleep, ignited ancient engines. It walked slowly, to arrive at its perfect moment, to where not even wind has ever reached, it stayed dancing on my bow, steering my canoes, illuminating my chambers. It became for my body, as essential as breath. It became for my soul, as primordial as calm. It became for my mind, as sapient as omnipresent. It surprised me with new temptations, carried my happiness to where only hawks survive, and without fully understanding my proposal, it embraced at first my embraces, as it always did, as it never wished. It trembled before the fire, drowned while crafting some desire, it melted with me in its dream, and months later allowed me to see it. It took me high and accompanied me down, it looked me straight in the eyes, and reminded me that no path exists without thorns. It was who was there, is who is here and will be who will be, a mantle of experiences to renew, a past backed by victory, a present still felt, and a future to remember.